Personal Narrative: Getting Tough

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I plan to improve this disposition by having boundaries and limits. It does not matter if the client shares the same cultural beliefs from me, I have a lot of compassion and go an extra mile to help them. I get attach with clients right away because I see a connection with them. I have noticed that clients take advantage of my empathy. I need to work on how to understand my clients but also have limits with them so they will not take advantage of my kindness.

I have gone through many experiences that have tried to tear me down. Life will never seize to throw obstacles my way. These obstacles, however, have proven to be positives that fuel me to be the person I never knew before. They teach me to stand out while taking a stand and be the powerful, independent woman that I am meant to be.

I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

Muscles engaged and eye’s wide, the intensity flowing through my veins. About face on one, hands down on two, lift my leg to a needle elevating to place on her shoulder. While she swiftly pulls, a voice in my head counts five, six, seven, and on eight it snapped… and suddenly, my stomach became a sinking pit, and a wave of nausea hit.

Changes that I have made lately include leaving my past job that I was comfortable in, changing my sleep schedule around, and working to relax more. When I first started thinking of making a career change, I was scared I would not find another staff that I enjoyed working with and a manager as sweet as mine. I was scared of change for fear of the unknown. Another change I made lately was my sleep schedule. I was tired and cranky, and not getting enough sleep. I started making a sleep schedule and sticking to going to bed earlier and waking up at a certain time each day to regulate my sleep. This has helped improve my mood and increased my energy. Lastly, I am working on ways to relax and wind down after a long day.

Growing up as the oldest of twelve siblings molded me into a person who is very good at negotiating, managing, decision-making, and a trendsetter. Knowing the role I was born into at a young age, I knew I had try my hardest to succeed even if knew I was not going to successful. Thus, meaning everything I did in life I tried to do it to the best of my abilities, even if I was not good at it. For example, I had to withdraw from Brief Calculus the first time I took the course. However, instead of giving up I retook the course a second time and I tried my hardest to understand the material, I reviewed, studied, and seek help till I couldn’t stand to hear or look at the material; What did I receive after all the work I placed into it? A grade

harder things. If that goes well then I might change it to every day. If I succeed in doing my challenge then I’ll reward myself in some manner, most likely by hanging out with friends and doing something a little more special with them. My first challenge will be talking to someone I don’t know on the bus or at the store. After that, I’ll think of my next challenge for next week and so on making each new week progressively more

When Summer came they told my mom that I wasn’t learning what I was supposed to learn. They said “you're daughter’s not learning how to read the words right, she would also mumble and not pronounce the words the correct way”. The school told my mom that if they didn’t fix this now, then I would have trouble with it for the rest of my life. So my mom asked them “what can we do to help” ? The solution that they gave her was to hold me back a grade and put me in more classes that I would need to help me improve. My mom agreed with the school to put me in the second grade again and to take extra classes that they believed would help me. By the time school started again I was in the second grade and I had to do two classes. The second class I

The time I challenged a belief or idea was when my brother Ronnie passed away. I remember this day like it was yesterday, being awakened to crying, mumbled words, and screaming. This day was just so surreal and just one huge dream. It was about three o’clock in the morning when my mom woke me up and told me the horrendous news. I could not even move, cry, or even speak at that moment. I just sat up on my bed in shock. That is when it finally hit me when I walked over to my brother’s room just to see that this news was really true. When everything was coming to reality for me I got myself together and I just went outside and sat in front of the garage and just cried my heart out. I was just asking God why him? Why my brother, he

On a recent outing to see a movie with my family I was struck by something no one else noticed. In the film, a well known actress portrays a successful New York business owner who flits from one high powered meeting to another, dines in expensive restaurants and even visits a local bar for a few shots with her employees. She’s seen at home with her husband and child, snuggling in bed; even throwing up into a streetside trashcan ~ all without any obvious hairstyle changes. Hmmm...with such a wide spectrum of commitments vying for her, wouldn’t she take the time to change her style, even a little? Pinned up? Curled? Flipped out or under? Some other style other than tucking her bangs within her mid-length straight hair.

Waking up my head is throbbing. I groan and gradually start to get up. Realizing I’m in my room, I become perplexed as to how I got here. The last thing I remember is going out to meet my friends. That was around 8 pm and now, glancing at the clock, it’s 9:16, meaning I don’t know what has happened for a little over 13 hours. My next inclination is to check my phone. Knowing myself, I would have probably talked to someone if anything serious happened. Looking towards the direction of my charger, I see my phone is there. Even my blackout self knows how to properly handle my phone.

It all started out with me and my street friend going to Sonic, keep in mind it's daylight savings. Eibhlin and I were riding our bikes up to Sonic so we could meet some friends. Anyway, when we got there it was almost dark, we ordered food and sat to chill with our friends. I don’t fully remember who the friends were but I know they were all youtubers. While Ebihin and I are at Sonic we get the feeling of being watched and there is a creep orao. When my mom called to say it was time to go home we left. It's around 7 pm and it's dark out already. Eibhlin said that we should take the back way because it's faster, so we took the back way which leads us past Cherokee. Were almost to Cherokee when it starts storming, so we are forced to go into the building.